Viktor controlled his expression with the ease of long practice.
The wives had arranged themselves around him by now in the natural geometry of people who had been doing this for weeks. Bella pressed herself against his left side with zero ceremony, her temple against his shoulder, tail wrapping once around his thigh. Mira stood slightly forward and to his right, green eyes already watchful. Helena arrived at his back — because Helena always arrived at his back, it was her preferred position for exactly the reason he was about to be reminded of — and her hands settled on his shoulder blades with the warm proprietary ease of complete ownership.
The pressure of her against him. Her belly against the small of his back. Her breasts against his spine.
Viktor's cock, which had been behaving, filed a formal complaint.
